"Man is condemned to be free, a man is but what makes of himself." (Jean-Paul Sartre) Once upon a time, a shining light that peeped at infinity between truth and shadow. This flash inhuman seemed to grow more and more of nothing, than everlasting. Its structure made of bronze seemed as if it had undergone a metamorphosis stellar. Its creation resulted in more similar lights, twin, equivalent, all with one common structure and origin. But beyond equidistant elsewhere, on another plane of existence where no light was blinding and so illuminated dimension, had a different, and now dim, quiet, looked hungry, neglected by the huge hand of the maker of lights., Is first originated before everything and be the titanic experienced universe. He achieved instant praise by the maker, overcame even the beams, and the system began to fear even the same maker. Evolved to something called perfect society., Became something huge unimaginable light eater, fed without fill. It spawned armies to dominate the space, silence. Nothing was out of the destructive force was an executor. The perfect society was a perfect combination of beams and utopia, its development led him to other galaxies, other routes. He achieved its components measure their happiness by their conquests. And set the value, usury, discord, the dollar. The perfect society became unintelligible, he stumbled to his roots, to his misfortune. He thought it was over and forgot that others had already improved its appearance, origin, and decided to go ahead and leave solitary, his reproach did turn it off until it is inactive and prostrate. So far those who believed that science belonged and that humans were only part of their time waiting finally understanding lies.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 01:34:22 +0000
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